#and its weird. like the detachment of being able to speak my real mother tongue (mandarin) but my parents are bananas????
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Heya! welcome to the masterpost I’m making to keep track of how I view my Wandersong AU that I’ve dubbed
Eya-Born
Read below!
Concept
The concept of this AU is very simple! Kiwi -- our Bard-- is a being made directly from Eya. That is to say, they are basically a demi-god.
When setting up to finally have the passing of the Universe -- Singing her song again-- Many know of the Hero who is sent to usher out this task within its final moments.
What if, before even that prophetic dream and entities start truly deteriorating-- She made a being to also challenge the idea with the knowledge of the ever so elusive Earthsong. That’s where this AU comes in!
Beginning
Eya created a being to see how much the world truly is in disarray and attempt to remedy it in their own way. A being free from fate. Free-will was her emphasis... as well as her attunement to magic-- which by default meant music.
They were sent to the Earth the Wandersong Universe knows... Specifically to a woman living in a city in the midst of industrial change. Riddled with loneliness due to a husband who got too into his work and guilt.
Seeing such an ailed child on her doorstep, a scenario one only hears in fairytales... She took the child in wholeheartedly, worrying who would leave them in such a state. After searching for the origins to no avail, she decided to raise them as her own.
Under the name Jack. Named after the fabled protagonist of many fairytales and rhymes... it seemed fitting based on their circumstances.
And thus, begins the bard’s life.. full of normality in every sense of the word.
....almost every sense of the word.
The magical properties of their music were always something they grew up with. Though, it didn’t do too much... Their mother assumed that the child was most likely part witch. As simple as that.
As least... as simple as trying to mask their child’s slightly pink tinged hair with several different hats upon growing up. Thankfully, Chismest was starting its headstrong course on being perpetually cold and gloomy by the bard’s early years and being bundled up was definitely inevitable indoors and out.
Cutting forward to the events of Wandersong, many of everything ended up panning out the same. The prophetic dreams, ghastly encounters, universal fates amounting to nothing, so on and so forth...
The not-so-Earthsong was sung. The world was saved... the zip and zap from the dreamtower was done and the dialogue with Eya congratulating them begins. However... as she starts prepping to send them off. A rumble occurs... the clouds separate and palms grasp the platform the three of them stand on.
Reunion
(now please enjoy this minor comic I did half a year ago)
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Kiwi then began-- as Eyala once put it-- “vicariously feeling Eya’s love through everything in the world” (paraphrasing this btw)
However, there’s... quite a lot of love to feel. Especially when you’re not used to it. That happiness... that joy... starts feeling a bit weird when you can’t turn it off.
Needless to day Kiwi didn’t adapt well.
Though... Eya, in all her overseeing capabilities... seemed to have a detached reaction to the whole situation.
“Oh fine fine...” she waved her hand slightly... the hue in Kiwi’s face settling a bit, though their face still bore an expression that showed they were still under some of the emotional weight of the whole thing.
“I suppose it is a bit much all at once... You’d probably be better off having it opened but unleashed through your own discoveries.”
Before Miriam could question further, the goddess’ gaze shifted to that of her Angelic assistance, who was watching the whole thing rather speechlessly.
“Eyala, dearest...” the melodic voice of Eya’s godly tones spooled out toward her, “I’m putting you in charge of guiding them through the basics.”
“M-Me, Eya?” She hesitantly replied, “I mean... of course!” she sputtered out.
“Eeeeeeexcellent” she chimed, “We can see they’re already experiencing increased empathy... maybe in due time they’ll be able to discover their other properties. The bard may excel beyond your basic prowess later on, Eyala, but your knowledge is a wonderful base for the poor dear...”
Eyala wordlessly nodded, clearly not about to speak up about the whole ordeal Kiwi had gone through in front of the goddess herself,
“In any case... I am greatly pleased with your performance, child. As a reminder, this is my gift to you. The locks are now undone... all that is needed is for you to learn. Maybe then you’ll be ready to take it in this way.” she smiled, eye crinkling with pleasure as Miriam helped Kiwi to their feet,
“Eyala will assist you in any way she can... She’ll probably teach you how to contact her with ease after this. However, I must leave you now... re-establishing the universe that was saved and all” she chuckled about it, hair slowly enveloping her face before she began receding into the clouds once more.
The godly presence left in an instant, leaving the trio to stand bewildered on the platform once more.
“So...” Eyala began.
“...Is she... normally like that?” Kiwi wheezed out, finally gathering their bearings.
“Yeah... she didn’t sound empathetic like the tales blab about her being.”
Eyala frowned at the two of them and clapsed her hands together,
“She tries her best... but, she doesn’t get to experience things as much as she used to. Though, her love for everything is still here...”
The angel sighed and floats closer to Kiwi, holding their face slightly. A bit more tenderly than the goddess did to them previously,
“We’re gonna make this easier for you, lil’ B. I promise.”
Learning
Kiwi-- being a direct piece of Eya as opposed to a simple messenger like Eyala-- had a lot more going for them in terms of connections to things. As someone who normally was pretty darn good at burying their feelings into the dirt, suddenly feeling a good amount of what everything else did along with their own weird doubts was quite a bunch to take in.
They went through with their hellos and good-byes, keeping their misty tears in as best they could. They met up with their mother during... trying desperately to hold their tongue as she rambled on about their ‘long lost’ father finally come home... hoping all of them could live normal again. That they could be normal.
They were whisked home in the late evening after staying with Miriam for dinner... holding her closer than ever in their ever-so-tired arms... before letting her drift into the night sky and drift to their bed.
Only to be unable to sleep due to all the sudden emotions they felt. Realizing... ever suddenly.. a lot of them were from the people they interacted with. It was like having thousands of voices and waves of feelings hit you in a chaotic, nonsensical cacophony. It all felt like static, their brain muddled with thoughts not quite their own. They shook their head and for the first time in a while... they cried.
They felt the immense weight of these feelings drag down their face, the tears building and washing over their cheeks relentlessly. They couldn’t tell if they were happy, scared, or sad. Or if it was even them that felt this way.
A hand touched their shoulder, a familiar glow next to them. Kiwi needn’t even look to know it was Eyala again. checking in on them, most likely.
“Hey... Lil’ B.” her voice whispered, “I know it’s... a lot. You’re being left on a pretty bad note.” Kiwi turned,, face still full of tears and their voice caught in their throat from.. well... everything. They simply nodded in agreement.
Even Eyala could see the visible strain on Kiwi’s face.. and very well knew the reason why,
“ Here. Let’s start with this instead... and I can help with the contact stuff tomorrow. We gotta help you filter this all out.” She held their hands in hers, rubbing their palms with her thumbs, “Just... focus on me. Okay? It helps to have something to think about other than people... “
Kiwi nodded... and looked Eyala over. Her hair effortlessly floating behind her in its usual ever-shifting hue... her smile, small, but visible. They could read the concern on her despite having most visible features omitted... Eyala was good at that. Expressing herself through motion and all. It reminded Kiwi of themself.
Without realizing it-- they found their head suddenly empty... well. mostly. There was still that static tingle in the back of their head. Near their neck, it felt. Almost like forgetting something important... but they pushed it down. Much like anything else they felt in the past... and let out a shaky sigh.
“That better...?”
Kiwi nodded again, looking at their hand for a sense of stability now.
It glowed... not much but. It was just a tinge... ever slightly lighter than the darkness surrounding them and Eyala, “So...” they scratchily started, “I’m really...”
“A real child of Eya. Not just in... like... a collective universe sense. Yeah.”
“Wow...”
--WIP ATM BC BED--
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CobertWeek-day4:“Ladyhawke”
Here’s my story for the Cobert Week, guys. I apologize in advance for this because I’m not able to give you a full story, for now.
Anyway, I thought of dividing it and make multichapter tale for all of you; yes, I said tale, because I chose the Magical AU and, of course, you might know from the title what gave me inspiration. It’s more like a teaser and it’s also unbetaed, so beware! Enjoy!
LADYHAWKE : 𝒜𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉.
[Cora X Robert, Alternative Universe].
Chapter 1
He was staring at her from the distance, wisely hidden behind a tree with his empty glass in hand. His body was fully covered by the trunk while his head timidly peeked from behind.
She looked shy and gracious, actually she was holding her own arms, her shoulders slightly hunched over. Her raven hair looked so soft even tight up in that intricate chignon and some curls, escaped from the bun, were swirling in the wind; when she turned, he noticed her blue eyes, deep as much as they seemed lost, always searching for something he didn't know – and maybe she herself didn't know.
She was in a circle of loud friends laughing and talking, but she didn't speak, like she wasn't meant to be there.. like she didn't want to be there.
It was funny how that timid girl before him was the same girl that every man and woman in the county despised and feared. She didn’t look like the hawk everyone insisted on calling her. Ladyhawke. It was all a mystery for him.
Robert sighed, continuing to study her, that small creature with thin shoulders that everyone believed being some sort of enchantress before him. Even though she was just standing there, doing nothing, he could see something glowing around her, like an aura that only he could see. It always had been a habit of him, to want something so far away, maybe just to please his ego or maybe because the object of his desire was something so unconventional that he had to have it to bother his mother or unleash his friends' envy. Yet that was unexpected. She was unexpected.
“What are you looking at, eh?”
Robert jerked slightly, quickly turning toward the source of that voice.
“Nothing.” He replied, clearing his throat and attempting to take a sip from his glass. Of course he forgot it was empty.
“Beware of her charm.” The other one teased drinking from his own full glass of liquor. “She's a dangerous one, Ladyhawke. She never stops, next one could be you.”
Robert sighed, rolling his eyes. They all talked about her like a ravenous predator on the constant research of victims, and of course thus victims were wealthy lords that she had to kill – metaphorically – and to rip off.
“She doesn't look like a raptor.” Robert stated.
“But that's the point. She doesn't look like one, but she is. It's her secret weapon.” The other one whispered with a playful tone.
Robert had never despised those games of little gossips and nonsense, yet for some weird reason, that topic was getting on his nerves: why such an innocent and beautiful lady had to be mocked like that just because she came from oversea? And to be frank, it looked like his boyfriend had charmed her and not the other way around.
Robert recalled him showing her girlfriend from America like a big trophy, while she always stayed silent and blue at his side. Robert didn't even know her name, expect for that nickname of Ladyhawke.
“Don't be ridiculous, Anthony.” He scoffed. “She's like anyone else.”
“Don't say I didn't warn you.” The other boy chuckled, raising his drink as he was toasting at his friend's foolishness “But I'd stay away from them, if I were you.”
Robert stared as his friend walked away, slightly staggering toward another group of people. Maybe he was drunk. How could that be? Sometimes his friends could be ruthless.
Of course there was something odd going on with those two, but he couldn't quite put his fingers on it.
He mumbled some nonsense under his breath, like he usually did and with one last glance over the group where Ladyhawke stayed, he realized she was gone. Perhaps she was indeed some kind of bird, disappearing like that in a blink of an eye, without him noticing and, apparently, without the people surrounding her noticing either. Not even her boyfriend, that sketchy boyfriend of hers, who was laughing and showing off his belongings – among which, Robert was sure, there was Ladyhawke too.
Robert sighed heavily, detaching from the tree and starting to pace toward the gardens, usually the quietest place to be when there was a party going on, for there would be only guided tours lead by the ladies who, at the moment, were enjoying their tea at the shade of the summerhouse.
It didn’t take long for him to get there, to breath in the fresh scent of flowers and roses, taking in the familiar place, letting it doing its magic on him, until a peaceful sensation entered his body.
When he opened his eyes, it was at a timid barking coming from his feet.
“Isis?” He asked puzzled. “What are you doing here?” he frowned, utterly concerned with finding his puppy outside when she was supposed to be locked somewhere in the servants quarters. “If mama sees you here, she'll-”
Robert bent down to reach the puppy, but unexpectedly, she ran away. She'd never done that before: even if small, she was very well trained.
He tried to follow the dog, paying close attention to some unwanted eyes, until he noticed Isis' small tail wiggling behind a corner of the small bushes' labyrinth.
“Isis! Bad dog, come here!” He whispered with a firm tone, but she wouldn't listen.
Robert sighed, walking faster toward the puppy and, with his big surprise, she was tugging something with her little mouth, whining like she used to do when it was playtime. He was about to scold her, when he realized what she was pulling: a very fine cloth, part of a skirt actually, one Robert was sure he'd seen before, recently too.
“Ladyhawke!” He gasped. His tongue too fast for his brain to prevent him the mistake.
Two big, blue eyes darted in his direction. She wasn't mad at him, which was a relief, yet she look sad, and that, for some reason, broke his heart.
“It's fine.” She said, no emotion escaping from her lips. “I know how you all call me.” She had all the reason to be upset and yell at him but she didn't. She was the picture of grace and composure.
“I'm terribly sorry, milady.” He hinted a bow. “I'm ashamed but- I don't know your name.”
“Like it makes a difference.” She whispered and directed her attentions to the puppy, which now was sitting properly between them, her big brown eyes following their movements. “Is he yours?”
“Yes. She.” Robert cleared his throat “And it does, to me. I'd like to know.”
“It won't matter anymore. I'll take another name soon anyway.” She shrugged.
“Please?” Robert walked closer. He wanted to see her eyes so much, even for one last time. He couldn't think of anything else, and to give a name – a real name – to that beautiful face.
“Cora.” She almost sang, a little defiant.
“Cora.” He repeated, unable to stop his lips to smile. “I've never known anyone named Cora.”
“You don't like it?” She finally looked up at him, even if not fully, and her long lashes, black as the darkest night, shaded her iris.
“I do.” He nodded slowly “Very much.” He paused “I'm-”
“Robert Crawley. I know.” Cora nodded and, for the first time, she smiled. It was a melancholic smile tough, a timid smirk he failed to comprehend.
“You know?” He frowned.
“Yes.” She confessed.
“How?”
“Doesn't matter.” She smiled again, a little mysterious.
Robert nodded, hoping she was saving that story for some another time. Because there would be another time, he would make that happen, one way or another. He had to.
He was about to ask her when they could see each other again, when that horrid boyfriend of hers decided to get married – just to see how many more weeks of months he needed to hate that guy before making him his mortal enemy – and so many other things he wanted to know, when another noise interrupted that peace: someone was calling for her and he sounded irritated and despotic.
Cora tensed immediately when she heard that voice.
“Haxby. The hunt, you'll be there?” He asked frantically, fearing she would've fled without another word or, worse, without a word on their next possible encounter.
“I might.” She nodded agitatedly, her eyes darting everywhere like a prey sensing the predator coming near. More than ever she didn't look like a hawk. What a mean and inappropriate nickname for her. “I must go.”
“See you at Haxby.” He yelled at her back. She didn't answer.
Robert felt incredibly abashed when he realized he may have yelled too loud: when Cora's boyfriend came, to collect her by her arm, Robert got the deadliest look he'd ever seen. But he wasn't afraid. For some reason, he could take all the courage he needed from her eyes.
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